Literature

Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the...
- Antonio Machado
Press my breasts,
Part the veil of mystery,
A flower blooms there,
Crimson and fragrant....
- Akiko Yosano
WHO is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The ...
- William Shakespeare
She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has t...
- Paul Eluard
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Fa...
- Oscar Wilde
Tonight I have walked with you
along the deaf lanes of sleep,
and now that it is morning
nothing ...
- Gerrit Achterberg
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APPEAL:

listen (please, please);

open yourself, wide;
join (you, me),
...
- Sharon Hopkins
I WHO am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messeng...
- James Elroy Flecker
I live on this depraved and lonely cliff
like a sad bird abhorring a green tree
or splashing water...
- Vittoria Colonna
I love my land, but with a queer passion,
My mind isn't able to absorb it, yet!
Nor glory, purchas...
- Mikhail Lermontov
Stille, hjerte, sol går ned
(Heart be still, the sun goes down)

Heart; be still, the sun goes d...
- Jeppe Aakjaer
(An excerpt from the epic The Baptism at The Savica)

The warring clouds have vanished from the sk...
- France Preseren
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn tha...
- Richard Brautigan
Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
deception,
That I thought eternal. De...
- Giacomo Leopardi
THERE stands an ancient castle
On yonder mountain height,
Where, fenced with door and portal,
Onc...
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relati...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
When night comes
I stand on the steps and listen,
stars swarm in the yard
and I stand in the dark...
- Edith Sodergran
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slum...
- Isaac Watts